Thirty-Two
May 16th 1999:
The anniversary of the war came and went. It was spent mourning and celebrating the lives of all that were lost. The hate towards Draco only increased as the anniversary came and passed. Instead of learning to accept that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were in a relationship, the comments and fights only increased. Draco spent more and more time getting healed by Pansy in the common room, still hiding it from Hermione.
And while Draco was disliked for his past choices and for dating Hermione, it did not help his popularity that Slytherin was almost undefeated in Quidditch, having only lost one game to Gryffindor. Which also meant that Slytherin and Gryffindor were tied for first.
So with the Quidditch Cup Final being only two weeks after the anniversary of the war, The Slytherins are not popular at all.
However, seemingly unfazed by the attention surrounding her, Hermione Granger could not care less how the rest of the school viewed her relationship. Which was evident as she walked down to the Quidditch pitch where Slytherin and Gryfindor were battling it out for the Quidditch cup. She walked with Pansy, wearing a Gryffindor jumper but underneath had on Draco’s jersey. Since the first game, she has worn it every time he plays.
“Granger, You’re my lucky charm.” He’d say to her when she would argue about not wearing it. Of course she’d never tell him that she loves wearing it.
“Granger, what is going on in that big brain of yours?” Hermione’s thoughts of Draco ended with Pansy interrupting her.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Ask away, Granger.”
“You and Draco have had sex, right?”
“Yes. We were on and off for a while. Why?”
“I’m ready. I’m going to tell him after the match.” Pansy practically screamed.
“Finally!” Hermione laughed. “I expect all of the dirty details tomorrow.”
“Wait.” Hermione stopped Pansy before she could walk away. “Does it hurt?”
“Well, I’m sure you know that Draco is, well, he is well endowed.” Hermione nodded. “It’ll hurt for a moment but trust him and relax. I promise the pain will turn into something so pleasurable you’ll see stars.”
“Thank you Pansy.”
“Anytime Granger.” The two separated to go to their respective sides of the stadium.
The match started off without a hitch. Hermione sat with Neville and Luna and cheered for Ginny and Draco.
About a half hour into the game, the snitch still could not be seen. Draco and the Gryffindor seeker were resting high above the game watching out for it. Hermione could tell Draco was struggling. He so badly wants to win. Hermione waited until she could catch his eye before taking off her jumper and revealing the green, slytherin jersey she wore underneath. She made sure his eyes were on her before turning around for him to see his last name across her back. She turned to face him, he was smirking. She quickly slipped the jumper back on and watched as Draco’s eyes caught the movement of the snitch.
Draco, shot off in the direction of the snitch. It flew him around the stadium, with the Gryffindor seeker on his tail. Pushing himself forward to speed up, Draco extended his arm as far as he could. Removing his eyes from the snitch for just a moment, he caught Hermione cheering for him.
Smirking in her direction, he leaned forward just another inch and quickly grabbed the wing off the snitch.
“Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch! Slytherin wins the Quidditch Cup!”
When Draco turned back to the stands, Hermione was nowhere to be seen. The wave of red and gold leaving the stadium blending together and her chestnut curls could not be seen.
Figuring she went to comfort the She-Weasel, Draco flew down to celebrate with Theo and Blaise.
“Draco Bloody Malfoy!” Theo yelled as he jumped into Draco’s arms. “You have brought victory back to the Slytherin Name! We must party!”
“Before he goes anywhere, someone is waiting for you by the locker rooms.” Pansy silenced Theo’s protests.
“We will celebrate, I promise. I just have to snog my witch first.” Draco threw Blaise his broom before running off to the locker room.
He stopped running once he saw Hermione. He walked up to her with the biggest smile on his face.
“My, my, my, what are you doing here, in the Slytherin locker rooms?”
“Well I was hoping to get a moment of privacy with the slytherin seeker. I heard he is an amazing kisser.”
“Unfortunately, I have a girlfriend.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Hermione took a step closer to him and placed a hand on his chest. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. I’m merely a fan, begging her favorite quidditch player for a moment of his attention.”
“I am going to need that in writing.” Hermione laughed. “I will be using that against any Weasley or Potter.”
“Oh shut it. You’re ruining the moment.” Hermione didn’t wait for him to respond. She crashed her lips onto his. “I know you have your after-match victory party but will you come back to the dorm with me? I want time alone with you before all your fans take you away from me.” Hermione and Draco walked to their common room together. “You did amazing out there Draco. I’m very impressed.”
“It’s all because of you. My good luck charm.” Draco kissed Hermione’s head as they approached the common room.
“Come on.” Hermione pulled him inside and kissed him. She pulled away to take his hand and lead him to the couch. She pushed him down gently and straddled his lap. She kissed him gently before pulling away. “Draco?” He lifted his head to look at his witch. “I want you.”
“What?” Draco was taken aback by her confession.
“I’m ready to have sex. I want to have sex with you.” Draco grinned before he reconnected their lips. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted them both up off the couch. Hermione released a surprised squeal of excitement and they laughed as he carried up the stairs.
“Tell me to stop if you change your mind.” Hermione nodded her head.
Draco opened the door to his room and carefully set Hermione’s feet back on the ground.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me. I’m not gonna break.”
“I am going to take my sweet time with you Granger. I am going to make this a night you’ll always remember. I want to go slow with you. Kiss you until your lips are numb, kiss every inch of your body until you’re begging me to please you. I want you to feel my touch everywhere except the one place you truly need it. This is a dream come true, Granger. I am not going to waste it.” Hermione practically moaned at his words. They both knew the effect his words had on her, and her body. Bumps covered her arms, and her nipples perked, peaking through the Quidditch Jersey she wore. “Seeing you in this,” Draco played with the hem of the Jersey. “It made me want to forfeit the game and take you right there. The only reason I caught that snitch so fast was because I wanted the game to end so I could kiss you.”
“So for it. Take me, kiss me.”
“Were you not listening? I’m taking my time to appreciate the beauty that is in front of me.” Hermione tried to rub her thighs together to release a fraction of her building tension, but Draco laughed and quickly stopped her from doing so.
“Let’s begin, shall we? We have a long night ahead of us.” Draco gently pushed Hermione down onto his bed and crawled on top of her.
“What about your party?”
“I was planning on ditching it anyway. Why go celebrate them when I have all I need right here?” Draco finally connected his lips to Hermione’s. He deepened the kiss and moved one hand to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair and the other on her waist. It didn’t stay there for long because it soon made its way to the front of her jeans. “Have I ever told you how much I love when you wear denims?” Draco asked, mumbling his words against Hermione’s mouth. Hermione did her best to respond, shaking her head no. “Well I do. I love them. I love when you wear them.” He paused for a moment unbuttoning them. I will definitely love them more when they are on my floor.” He ripped her jeans down her legs. Hermione laughed as her jeans got caught around her ankles, blocked by the black trainers she was wearing. She took it upon herself and kicked her shoes and her jeans off. “Next time, I rip them at the seam.” Draco sat up and stared at Hermione. “You’re gorgeous.”
Draco ran his hands up along her thighs. “No knickers? You planned this didn’t you? You planned to come find me after the match and to let me ravish you, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Hermione told him. “Draco,” He looked up and looked into her eyes. All Hermione could see is lust, arousal, and love. “I love you.” Draco looked at her and a large, genuine smile crossed his face.
“You love me?”
“I do. This isn’t how I wanted to tell you, but I've been trying to for a long time now. I love you Draco Malfoy.”
“Hermione Granger, I am in love with you.” She kissed him with all the passion she had in her body.
Draco pulled away smirking. He removed his quidditch uniform, taking everything off except his boxers. Getting on his knees in front of Hermione, he gently lifted one leg onto his shoulder. Placing delicate kisses along the inside of her leg, Draco continued moving up her body. When he finally reached her core, Hermione’s breath hitched.
“Draco,” He looked up at her. “You don’t have to do that.”
“What exactly is that? Use your words Granger. I want to hear them leave that pretty mouth of yours.”
“You don’t have to, you know, put your mouth on my…” Hermione trailed off.
“On your what?”
“Draco.”
“Use. The. Word.”
“My cunt! Draco! You do not have to put your mouth on my cunt. I know boys don’t like it. I may be inexperienced but I read a lot and the boys talk and I hear the girls complaining.” Draco rose from his knees and towered over Hermione.
“Boys, Hermione. Boys do not like to perform cunnilingus. Men, who live to please their witches, enjoy it. They will devour your cunt if you ask them too. I would love nothing more to eat you out, Hermione.”
“You called me Hermione.”
“I did. Twice.” He smirked, moving back on his knees. “Now, Am I allowed to pleasure you how I wish too or not?” Hermione nodded. “Words. Use your words, and don’t make me tell you again.”
“Yes Malfoy. Please. Do whatever you want to me.”
“Thank you.” With that, Draco dove right in, as if he was a man starved and Hermione was a feast.
Draco flicked his tongue across her clit, causing Hermione to scream. He did it again, but this time adding a finger into her as well.
“Fuck, Draco, please.”
“Merlin, I love when you curse. Hearing dirty things come out of that pretty little mouth, turns me on.” Draco mumbled against Hermione’s core. Hermione moaned as she felt the vibrations of his words against her clit.
Hermione released a loud moan.
“Are you already close, Granger?” Draco added a second finger, this time moving his metal signet ring in place to push against. The warmth of his mouth contrasted the cold ring. “Answer me, are you close?”
“Yes! Fuck! Yes I am close.” Placing a small kiss on her core, Draco pulled his fingers and his mouth away from her. Hermione’s wines of protest fueled his smirk.
“It’s not time for you to cum yet, Granger. I’ll tell you when it’s time. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She moaned out. “Yes, I understand.”
Hermione knew that Draco was experienced, but with the way he was speaking to her, the way he commanded her, she was in for a whole wave of pleasure that no matter how many books she read, nothing could or would ever prepare her for sex with Draco Malfoy.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You. Your tongue. Your words.” Hermione
“Merlin, I could spend forever, right here in between your legs.” With an experienced move with his tongue, Hermione cried out for him. “The sounds you make, I’ll worship you forever just to hear them.” Draco added a second finger, making Hermione cry out.
“Draco! Draco, please!” She could feel his smirk against her.
“Cum, Hermione. Cum.” That’s all it took to push her over the edge. She screamed Draco’s name as her orgasm washed over her. Draco continued pumping his fingers to help coax her through the end.
Draco watched Hermioine’s chest rise and fall as she caught her breath.
“That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” He moved up her body and kissed her. She could taste herself on him. Reaching down to the hem of the jersey she was wearing, Draco pulled it up and over her head. She was naked in front of him now. “You have magnificent tits.” Hermione let out a laugh and Draco smiled. He wanted this forever. He wanted Hermione forever.
Draco was too distracted by Hermione’s chest to realize she was reaching for his boxers. She reached in and pulled his cock out.
“Oh” Draco released a moan. Draco pushed his own boxers down, with the help of Hermione’s free hand. Once he was bare to her, he looked her in the eyes.
“You can always tell me to stop. Remember that.” Hermione nodded and Draco kissed her and lined himself up to her core. He pushed in slowly, swallowing Hermione’s cries as he did so. He didn’t stop moving until his whole length was inside her.
“Move, Draco. Please.” Draco started rocking his hips slowly. He meant it when he said he’d take his time with her.
“I love you, Hermione.” With his declaration, he started moving faster and harder. Hermione was lost to the world of pleasure, moaning his name, holding him tight, scratching her nails into his back. The more noise she made, the faster Draco went. Draco felt like this was his first time all over again. They had barely just begun and he could already feel his release was close.
Draco looked down at Hermione and saw the look of pure ecstasy on her face. Merlin, he was so in love with this witch. He didn’t care about lasting, he wanted her now.
“Cum with me Hermione. I’m so fucking close.” He moaned down. Draco used his ring to rub against Hermione’s clit.
“Fuck! Draco!” With that, the two lovers exploded into their highs together. Hermione screamed his name as she felt the overwhelming passion, love, and pleasure.
Draco whispered wandless spells. One was a contraception spell. They did not need any unplanned pregnancies. The second spell cleaned them both.
“That was,” Draco started butHermione cut him off.
“So much better than I ever thought it could be.”
“I love you Hermione.”
“I love you Draco.”